Feelin’ Chicken OhGr

[Spoken: Moseley]
You're killing me with bacon, America
Killing me with smog and taxes
Like axes in my neck
Like hogs to the slaughter
What do I tell my daughters?
Daddy's all heart, but he's pushing a cart way downtown
Where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit?
You're killing me with bacon, America
Just like the Indians with tobacco and flour and firewater
Heroin scabs and rehab
Sick in the blood, face down in the mud
All hype and gripes and stars and stripes
Ain't my flag today
I want to belong, I want to be proud
But your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan
The spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese
Bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad
But my life is a want-ad
You're killing me with bacon, America
How shall I pray? The old fashioned way?
Down on my knees to the god of the weak?
Or dick-deep in my squeeze
Wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?
Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like... I love you